Toronto still exists in my mind as a place of happy moments. I remember sitting in the living room of the small apartment on Seaton street, watching autumn leaves glow in the dust of tender sun. A warm colour palette. That's when I realized I want an apartment to myself so I can watch the world go by without being part of it. A need for isolation. Something I never thought I'd need. I also remember relaxing in an armchair with a cat on my lap - an image I never thought would appeal to me. But there I was, peaceful and relaxed, taking a break from my real life. I could convince myself that I wanted a life like that more, even though I was only borrowing a few moment of someone else's life. I imagined it in my head, that this could be my world. So now when I think of Toronto, I still feel that warmth, peace, and contentment that was never reliable. The city holds a lot of disappointment for me. It could be a great city. Rapid train lines connecting a vast area of many...